War at the Tent.
l was born as a king's son in Mosquito country. And l became a king. Because my dad died. l'm the 72nd king of the mosquito country. l trained my mosquito soldiers to attack people who is camping at the field. l taught them how to avoid hands and bug sprays. l picked 50 mosquitoes who will attack people in the tent. Finally we arrived at the tent. Everyone was nervous. Someone wanted to run away. There was another mosquitoes who also wanted people's blood. Until night, we practiced again and again how to avoid hands and bug sprays.
The night came and 50 mosquito soldiers flew into the tent.And we started attacking people hoping they will not wake up. but...
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I like your choice of picture Chan.
ReplyDeleteI think your story is a little short compared to what I know you can do if you put a little bit more effort in to it.
That being said, it's a decent story!